I don't have a tarot deck anymore. I had one, and it was wonderful i bought the cards in a local botanica, but the box was a gift from my husband. It fit the cards perfectly and was made of pine with a cedar inlay. Oh how lovely the cards would smell when I took them out of the box, bent and creased, faded edges and dog eared and infused with the scent of the earth.
We had an emergency, and we had to move. On quickly packing, my deck was thrown in with my tools, chalice, cauldron, athame, etc etc..... when i finally got to unpack that bag, 6 month later, i was sorting out the contents, putting the cards that had spilled from the box into a pile in my hand. I reached to pick one out of the pile, and something shifted. I wiggled the card again, and focused. The athame was moving. I carefully picked things away and discovered the tip of the athame through the King of Wands card.
Time passes... and I lose him. Only of the only people I've ever loved, and it was foretold in the cards. - M
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